A dream has power to poison sleep.

What! alive, and so bold, O earth?

(Title: To the Moon) Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth,-- And ever-changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?

As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow

Joy, once lost, is pain

Death will come when thou art dead, soon, too soon.

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.